Wednesday, September 3, 2014

That's the question plus-sized Ellen Moss has been asking herself lately. Maybe, in addition to her (over)weight, it's because she has a tendency to babble senselessly when she's nervous in front of a guy - which is all of the time. Or maybe it's because she's one-quarter tiger shifter, and nobody wants that muck in their genes.

When her bitchy younger sister, Terry, gets engaged, Ellen decides to respond to an ad in the shifter classifieds:

TIGER SHIFTER WIFE WANTED URGENTLY. MUST BE WILLING TO LIVE IN AFRICA

Africa! Seriously?

Soon enough, Ellen is booked on a first class flight to Africa, with just one complication. When Terry sees the ruggedly handsome Cole Devereaux's photo and profile, she wants to tag along too.

Cole Devereaux, prominent archeologist, is desperate. His father has threatened to pull away funding from his African dig unless he marries a tiger shifter to "carry on the dynasty". When Ellen responds to his ad, he is surprised when he gets two sisters for the price of one.

But who is he attracted to? The sweet, anxious and plump Ellen, or her slim and sexy sister, Terry, who is doing everything she can to get into his pants?

MAIL ORDER TIGER BRIDE WARS is a sweet and sexy and humorous shifter romance which reads exactly as good as its title.

Friday, July 4, 2014

Rust O’Brien’s world is falling apart. He is accused of murdering the heir to one of the richest men in the country . . . and he is not completely sure he is innocent.

Very troubling are his lapses of memory. What happened on the night of the murder? Rust remembers his ravenous blood lust for Kate’s curvy body and fleeing from her before he can harm her. But what happened afterward? Did he in his blood lust kill Teddy Mitchell?

As Rust and Kate try to piece together the mystery, salvation comes in the guise of a reporter who has evidence that may absolve Rust. But she has a calculative demand. She threatens to expose the secret shifter community to the world unless Rust gives her what she wants.

Rita found herself taking three quick paces back to hide behind the tree again. She fumbled in her jacket for her gun. She might have to defend herself if things got rough.

The tiger shuddered, sighed, and then went back to sleep again. Rita heaved a sigh of relief. She really, really didn’t want to have to use that gun on anyone or anything tonight.

Then something weird happened.

That was the only way Rita could describe it. Weird.

The tiger began to transform, like in all the legends of old. Its fur withdrew and melted into pale flesh. Its limbs lengthened and became human-like. Its ears retracted. What he became in a span of seconds totally floored Rita, and her hand shook as she trained the aperture of the cellphone camera on the whole scene.

She was so glad she was recording this, because she sensed no one would believe her otherwise. And even then, they were bound to question the validity of the video footage.

The sleeping human form which appeared at the end of the metamorphosis was a strikingly handsome man. Rita held her breath as she studied the smooth planes of his beautiful face, the mild flutter of his closed eyes as his eyeballs moved in REM phase sleep and his long, naked body. His body was marvelously sculptured in all the right places, and his front was turned towards her – offering her a sumptuous view of his impressive genitals.

She recognized him as Rust O’Brien, whom she had never met in the flesh.

Friday, June 13, 2014

Rust
O’Brien – esteemed Professor, secret sex god – is in trouble. He has
been accused of violating the terms of his employment by having sex with
a college student.

Dismissed and disgraced, Rust returns to his
home in New York. But what of innocent Kate Penney, who loves him more
than she can ever love anyone? Bereft and desperate, she goes after him.
But does he love her the way she loves him? And can he control his
blood lust for her which simmers under his flesh – a lust that goes
beyond the merely sexual?

Unbeknownst to them, other factors and
jealousies are at play. The shifter Gathering in New York looms, Rust’s
old lover returns, and a new suitor plays for Kate’s hand. There is
only one thing certain – that everything will all play out unexpectedly
and devastatingly for all concerned.

“Take them off. Feel the power of the land through the soles of your feet.”

To
demonstrate, he took off his shoes and threw them into some shrubs.
After a beat, she followed. He was right. She could feel something
thrumming on the soles of her feet. She looked up at him, her face
shining.

He smiled down at her, and she caught the expression of
undisguised hunger in his eyes again. Could he desire her so much? she
marveled. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see some of the guests
disrobing. They were all wearing as much – or as little – as she was
wearing underneath her coat.

“This is when you shed all your inhibitions,” Rust said, his fingers at his shirt buttons.

He
undressed slowly, letting her take in his gleaming body. She would
never tire of watching him undress – that slow revelation of silky skin
encasing taut muscles. His nipples were very erect. As was his thick
cock.

He was now completely naked. Unadorned. With not even a
single decoration or accoutrement to enhance his glorious body. Not that
he needed any. He was magnificent as he was.

The
sensuous fur caressed her bare skin as it dropped to her ankles. The
sudden chill struck her skin and gave her instant goose bumps. She
stepped out of the heap, feeling very naked, feeling as though all eyes
were on her. But of course, they were not. The guests were in the throes
of their own revelry.

Rust’s eyes burned as he took in her
curves, which were enhanced – not hidden – by the coy strings of her
micro-bikini. He took in her plump and erect nipples, her ample breasts,
the way her engorged pussy lips were encircled by the tight straps. His
hands trailed down her shoulders, her arms, her waist. He stroked the
mounds of her breasts and scissored her nipples in between his thumbs
and forefingers.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

That’s what larger-than-life Felicity Marks would like to say to her hated college rival, Oliver Greene, if he had even noticed she was a woman in the first place. But Oliver is tall, brilliant and gorgeous with killer abs and blue eyes to die for. Guys like him don’t go for girls like her, except to ridicule.

Then it literally happens. The world as they know it literally goes to shit. A pandemic spreads, turning everyone they know into corpses or mutants. For reasons unknown to them, they are the last man and woman left standing. Or are they?

The trouble with being the last woman on Earth is that every male left alive now wants to mate with her. Felicity is thrust into the unenviable position of suddenly being the most fought over female on the planet. Unfortunately, her suitors are alpha and feral and not fully human.

Then there’s Oliver, whom she doesn’t hate quite so much anymore. Ditto for him. Can they surmount their obstacles together and will he defend her against all odds?

THE ALPHA MATING GAME is a standalone book which follows the culmination of events in THE ALPHA DATING GAME. However, you can read it on its own without reading the latter.

EXCERPT

Oliver turned a tap on in a sink and bent over to splash his face.

Felicity said, “Excuse me, you’re still in the wrong toilet.”

“Chill, OK? I’m leaving.”

“Well, leave faster.”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist. You know what your problem is, Marks?” Oliver’s skin was still glowing from a post-orgasmic flush.

“My intuition says you’re about to tell me.”

“You’re not getting laid yourself, and so you come down hard on people who actually do get laid.”

Felicity’s jaw dropped. “Excuse me? I’m not the one getting banged in a toilet, which is frankly disgusting, if you ask me.”

“As if that will ever happen to you.”

“And I’m not the one banging somebody else’s girlfriend. If anyone has issues here, it isn’t me.”

“I don’t have any issues.”

“Oh, I think you do, Greene. I think you have issues when you lost out to me every year for the past three consecutive years. I think your ego is dented.”

“I don’t have to try as hard as you do, Marks,” he said mildly. “I don’t have to spend all my time burying my nose in books because I don’t have to.”

“Says the one who came in second best.”

“Oh, really? We’ll see who aces the year when it’s through.”

“You’re on.”

“It’s a bet then. What will you be giving to me when I come in top at the end of the semester?” Oliver flashed his trademark heavenly smile.

“You better think of what you’re going give me.”

“I will, and it sure ain’t the fuck that you’ve been craving from me. A thousand dollars.” Oliver wiped his hands on a paper towel. “You game for it, Marks?”

A thousand dollars? She didn’t have a thousand dollars. Still –

“You’re on,” she said with more bravado than she felt.

I will win this.

“Great,” he said. “And now if you’ll excuse me, I have a life to go back to. Unlike some people we know.”

She refused to retort to that, and so she could only glower as he walked out of the door. After a moment’s hesitation, she grabbed her bag and left too.

She caught up with him at the elevators. The elevator doors were just opening when she ran up. He glanced at her and then entered. At first, she debated whether or not to wait for the next cab. But then she decided that she was not going to let her dislike for him dictate her life.

So she entered the elevator with him. He pressed the lowermost button.

“Miss me already?” he said.

“You wish.”

“How many tables do you have to wipe to tote that thousand dollars up, do you think, Marks?”

“Not at all of us are born rich and conceited, unfortunately.”

“You think I’m rich?”

“Yeah. The way you flaunt it, anyone would think you’re rich.”

They had four floors to go because the chemistry library was on the top floor. Just then, the elevator shuddered and stopped abruptly. Felicity almost lost her balance. She grabbed the wall.

“Woah,” Oliver said. He was juddered off his feet too.

She looked up at the display. They were stopped at the third floor. Or maybe it was somewhere between the third and fourth.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

It has been a month since
plus-sized Kate Penney hooked up with the man of her dreams, her
phenomenally handsome college Professor, Rust O’Brien. An incredible
month in which all her physical needs and wanton hungers are fully
satisfied and realized.

But now Kate wants more.

She wants
Rust to gaze into her eyes lovingly, like he really means it. She wants
to belong to him – body, mind and soul – just as she wants him to
belong to her. But is she reaching? How can a man as obscure as he is
ever belong to anyone?

Nevertheless, tonight is the night which
marks a new threshold in their physical relationship. Tonight is the
night he wants to do it raw with her.

But there are complex
psyches at play here. Her classmate, Carlo, is in lust with her because
of what she is to Rust. Rust himself is conflicted, though for reasons
Kate would never have fathomed.

And when desires are stoked and games are played, it all must come crashing down.

It
was 6.05, and she was starting to panic. What if he had forgotten about
her? What if he decided not to turn up because she was too needy? She
shouldn’t have hung around in the lecture hall for him. She had probably
frightened him away. I don’t want an emotional relationship, she could
almost hear him saying.

Then a black limousine drew up. It stopped right in front of her. It had one of those automatic doors which slid open.

The driver slid his window down. “You Kate Penney?”

“Uh, yes.”

Where was Rust?

“I’ve been sent to pick you up by Professor O’Brien. Please step in.”

Oh. He was giving her the first class treatment now. This was unexpected. Kate was both astonished and pleased.

She
stepped into the back. Rust, of course, was nowhere to be seen. The
door slid shut behind her. The driver stepped on the gas pedal and they
drove off.

Are we going somewhere nice? Kate wondered.

They were barely two minutes into the ride when the driver half-turned back and handed her an envelope.

“This is for you, Ms. Kate.”

She took it. It was an embossed white envelope with a white tiger upon it. There was no doubt who it was from.

“Am I supposed to open it?” she asked.

“Yes.”

With
trepidation, she tore the envelope open. She was afraid it might say:
‘I’m sorry I can’t join you tonight, but have one on me.’

She was afraid of being stood up.

There was a note inside the envelope. It said:

‘DARLING KATE,

LET’S SEE HOW WELL YOU CAN FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS.
ARE YOU WEARING PANTIES? IF YOU ARE, TAKE THEM OFF NOW.

It has been a month since
plus-sized Kate Penney hooked up with the man of her dreams, her
phenomenally handsome college Professor, Rust O’Brien. An incredible
month in which all her physical needs and wanton hungers are fully
satisfied and realized.

But now Kate wants more.

She wants
Rust to gaze into her eyes lovingly, like he really means it. She wants
to belong to him – body, mind and soul – just as she wants him to
belong to her. But is she reaching? How can a man as obscure as he is
ever belong to anyone?

Nevertheless, tonight is the night which
marks a new threshold in their physical relationship. Tonight is the
night he wants to do it raw with her.

But there are complex
psyches at play here. Her classmate, Carlo, is in lust with her because
of what she is to Rust. Rust himself is conflicted, though for reasons
Kate would never have fathomed.

And when desires are stoked and games are played, it all must come crashing down.

It
was 6.05, and she was starting to panic. What if he had forgotten about
her? What if he decided not to turn up because she was too needy? She
shouldn’t have hung around in the lecture hall for him. She had probably
frightened him away. I don’t want an emotional relationship, she could
almost hear him saying.

Then a black limousine drew up. It stopped right in front of her. It had one of those automatic doors which slid open.

The driver slid his window down. “You Kate Penney?”

“Uh, yes.”

Where was Rust?

“I’ve been sent to pick you up by Professor O’Brien. Please step in.”

Oh. He was giving her the first class treatment now. This was unexpected. Kate was both astonished and pleased.

She
stepped into the back. Rust, of course, was nowhere to be seen. The
door slid shut behind her. The driver stepped on the gas pedal and they
drove off.

Are we going somewhere nice? Kate wondered.

They were barely two minutes into the ride when the driver half-turned back and handed her an envelope.

“This is for you, Ms. Kate.”

She took it. It was an embossed white envelope with a white tiger upon it. There was no doubt who it was from.

“Am I supposed to open it?” she asked.

“Yes.”

With
trepidation, she tore the envelope open. She was afraid it might say:
‘I’m sorry I can’t join you tonight, but have one on me.’

She was afraid of being stood up.

There was a note inside the envelope. It said:

‘DARLING KATE,

LET’S SEE HOW WELL YOU CAN FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS.
ARE YOU WEARING PANTIES? IF YOU ARE, TAKE THEM OFF NOW.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

It is two years later. Abby Holt is a fugitive in Mexico City, running from an overzealous FBI agent who is determined to see her back in prison. Above all, she only desires one thing – to find Devon Fisher, the love of her life, who disappeared inexplicably off the face of the Earth.

Devon, on the other hand, still has amnesia. He is living it up in Australia, blissfully unaware of Abby’s existence. He is married to Claire. They have a baby on the way.

But the time must come for everything to collide. Devon will have to face the mind-bending truth and choose one woman – the mother of his child, or Abby, the love of his life.

About the Author

Dawn Steele is the New Adult romance pen name of Aphrodite Hunt, a Barnes and Noble and Amazon bestselling author who writes in other genres, namely erotic romance. She believes that true love will conquer all, even if the circumstances appear cagey at first.

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